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Endometri-misery (Heartslabyul)

Oh no! You got your period and, because you have endometriosis, your uterus is choosing to make you pawsitively miserable! Whatever will you do?

PREFACE: This is made with the assumption that, unlike my sex ed, most of the TWST characters were taught about menstruation in their health class despite being dudes. Some exceptions apply. Also yippee I can finally show off the fic headers I drew before my subathon started :33

Word Count: 1,601 (Riddle), 1,933 (Trey), 1,166 (Cater), 811 (Deuce), 1,230 (Ace)

Warnings: Menstruation, endometriosis, blood, mentions of medical misogyny, my general grievances about sex ed in the United States, Trey Clover's obsession with dental hygiene is its own warning.

Even though Riddle has no siblings, let alone a sister, his mother likely made him learn about the menstrual cycle anyway. Likely under the pretense of ‘You need to know these things when you get married!’ Therefore, nearly all of his knowledge about the menstrual cycle came from his textbooks, or from lectures given by the behest of his mother. The one positive thing about it is that he knows how cramps happen, but he hasn’t seen the affect menstruation has first-hand.

Until he witnesses you sobbing in your bed in fetal position, that is. That’s when he realizes that all those lectures and words from textbooks never prepared him for the real thing, especially when combined with conditions that affect the uterus.

Riddle is extremely cautious when he approaches you, as if you’re made of glass. Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, he checks for any signs of blood. When there’s none, he lays down to face you, to see the tears running down your face.

“You’re… in a lot of pain, I see.” Riddle wasn’t sure what to say, so that’s all he said. Thank you, Captain Obvious. When all you let out is a whimper, he shakes his head.

“Would you like anything?” Riddle reaches out his left hand to your face, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, “Food? Water? I can ask Professor Crewel if I can make you something to relieve your pain with the ingredients he has. Though I can’t guarantee it’d be strong enough.”

You pulled up the collar of your shirt to let out a cough, “Can you get me some water?” Your voice was hoarse from crying, and it only broke Riddle’s heart more.

Riddle gets up, “I’ll get you water.”

He did not want to leave your side, but he had to. You need water, and likely some food too. When he notices that the water coming from the sink in Ramshackle’s kitchen is not the cleanest, he goes back to your room to say that he’s going to Mister S’s Mystery Shop.

When Riddle arrives to the shop, he notices Professor Crewel there as well. Once he grabbed a bottle of water for you, he called out for the professor.

“Rosehearts, you seem worried.” Crewel placed the item he was holding in a basket, “Is there something you need to tell me, pup?”

“It’s about Y/N,” Riddle answers, “I heard from Ace and Deuce that they weren’t feeling well because they’re on their period. However, they’re bedridden from the pain. Can I borrow some ingredients to make a potion to relieve their pain?”

Crewel’s eyes widened, “They’re bedridden from pain? Oh, that poor pup. I’ll allow it, but I want to see their condition to see what potion would be the most effective.”

Riddle nods, “Once we both pay for our items, I’ll bring you to them.”

Once Riddle and Professor Crewel paid for the items, the two of them went to Ramshackle. Riddle escorted Crewel to where you were, still in fetal position, but perking up when you noticed Riddle.

“I found Professor Crewel at the shop, he wanted to check your condition before any potions are made.” Riddle explained, stepping out of the way to let Crewel take a look at you.

“Oh, you poor little whelp.” Crewel lamented, “Riddle, can you help Y/N sit up so I can evaluate them?”

Riddle went over to you, slowly helping you sit up on the bed. He configured himself so that your back was leaning against his chest, and Crewel sat on the same side as Riddle to evaluate.

Crewel observed certain things, but most of it was your body language and the grimace on your face. He noticed the way you clutched your lower stomach the whole time, along with the tear tracks on your face. He thinks for a moment, then turns to Riddle.

“I don’t know how effective it would be, but there is a pain relieving potion designed for menstrual cramps. Given the severity of Y/N’s cramps, however, I’m unsure how effective it would be. I’m confident that a potion that could temporarily relieve them of all pain would be highly regulated, but I’ll research in my free time.” Crewel got up, walking to the door of the room, “Stay here with them, Mister Rosehearts, I’ll deal with making the potion.”

Riddle gave you the water he bought, making sure you didn’t drink too fast. When you were done, he placed it on the nightstand. He got out his phone to message members of his dorm, turning it off to focus on you once the message was sent.

While you were no longer sobbing constantly from the pain, he knew you were still in pain. Because of that, he remained with you, running his fingers through your hair and wiping away the occasional tear that strayed from your eyes. Eventually, he helped you get up to change your menstrual product. He stayed outside the bathroom door, refusing to compromise your privacy. When you were done though, he brought you back to your bed.

After a while, Crewel returned with a vial of a red liquid. “I cannot guarantee how effective this will be for Y/N,” he explained, “but this was the strongest cramp reducer I could make with what I have.”

You tried to grab the vial to take it, but Crewel clicked his tongue, “Stay.” he commanded. You placed your hand back in your lap, and Crewel uncovered the vial before bringing it to your mouth, “I’ll hold the potion. All you need to worry about is to drink it.”

You opened your mouth to consume the potion, with Crewel slowly tilting up the vial further and further as it went down your esophagus. Riddle held your hand reassuringly during the process.

The potion tasted bad, to be honest. Like the medicine they give you that makes you sleepy before going under for surgery. At least they let you down it like a shot of alcohol, which prevented the taste from lingering.

When there was no more potion, Crewel covered the vial once again. It took some time, but the cramps faded enough for you to speak.

“You should’ve let me down it, professor. The taste was horrible.” you grumbled, “Tastes like anesthesia and blood. Bwegh.”

“But you’re speaking now, which means it’s helping.” Crewel rebutted, “Unfortunately, nothing can be done about the taste. I’ll take my leave now, I need to write down that this is effective enough” Crewel got up, and walked out of the room again.

Riddle got up as well, but to sit on a different part of the bed, “How are you feeling, Y/N?”

You groaned, “Like my uterus is still plotting my downfall, but a little less intensely.”

The nonchalant way you said it made Riddle seem surprised, but then his expression quickly became crestfallen, “You’ve… had to deal with this for a while, haven’t you?”

“I think five or six years? I started in my last year of elementary school, which is not normal, apparently.” you recalled, “Had to leave school early when the pain started getting worse in middle school, usually during first or second period.”

“Isn’t the normal age to start menstruation around twelve?” Riddle asked, which led you to shrug.

“Maybe? I’m an anomaly, and from what I remember in my home country,” you rolled your eyes, “we aren’t given the most… comprehensive education about this stuff. Most dudes don’t know it since they separate them from the girls for that part of health class.”

Riddle’s eyes widened, “Y/N… that does not sound normal. Even I was informed about the menstrual cycle.”

You squinted at him, “Given what I know about you, Riddle, I thought you wouldn’t have.”

“One of the few good things my mother taught me, I suppose.” Riddle shook his head, “But the fact that the students are separated for this topic does not sit right with me. What if they need to know about these things in the future, are they not informed in their education?”

“Unless they’re pursuing a career in like, gynecology in university, or their parents taught them, no.” You answered. Riddle appears to be flabbergasted by the state of your home country’s sex ed.

After thoroughly making Riddle concerned about the quality of your education, he decides that you should stay in Heartslabyul until you’re done bleeding. Why? So he can make sure someone other than Grim is making sure you’re alright. He does not trust that furball with your wellbeing in these times. In fact, the only people he trusts are Crewel, Trein, Trey, and possibly Cater and Deuce. Ace has been deemed untrustworthy because of his shenanigans.

During your brief stay at Heartstabyul, Riddle has you in his room so he can be there when your pain flares up. He avoids invading your privacy as much as he can, which can be hard when you’re temporarily sharing a room, but he figures it out. Riddle makes a list of all the things you need during the menstruation period, and acquires everything he can for you. He considers you a good friend, and that’s what friends do.

Eventually, he starts consulting medical literature to learn more about endometriosis. What treatments are available, what could cause it, those sorts of things. He keeps a notebook to write down his findings, and his own observations of your behavior during the menstrual stage. Likely tracks your period (with your consent) for you as well, so that he can predict when your pain will be highest.

Whether or not Trey has personal experience entirely depends on how old his little sister is. If his little sister is old enough to have experienced several cycles, he has a good idea how menstruation looks like from the exterior. Even if his sister hasn’t, he likely learned about menstruation through either his mother or his health teachers.

And even if he doesn’t know much about it, he can tell with a look that something is wrong.

It was Ace and Deuce who brought you to Heartslabyul, setting you down on the couch. Trey observed for a moment; you clutching your stomach with shaky breaths, Ace waving his hands in a panic, and Deuce’s tense stance. Grim was on the back of the couch, closest to your head.

Trey approached, “Is everything alright with the prefect? Medical emergency?”

Ace turned, jumping into a standing position, “I don’t know, they mentioned something about cramps half an hour ago and just… stopped talking!”

Trey cocked an eyebrow, “Cramps? I think I have a vague idea as to what’s happening. Deuce, you seem less panicked about this, do you have an idea on what’s going on?”

Deuce nodded, “I think they started their period. It’s strange though, my mom’s pain was never this bad. I called her too, and she said that it’s not normal to be in this amount of pain. Ace and I wanted to bring them here so we can keep an eye on them. Grim insisted on going with us.”

“I see,” Trey pondered, “I think we have some minor painkillers in the dorm… somewhere. Though it would be a good idea to get Y/N to eat something first, I’ll go find the painkillers and whip up something easy to eat.”

While Trey did not want to leave you, he went to wherever Heartslabyul keeps the ibuprofen. When he went to the kitchen, he noticed Riddle.

“Something the matter, Trey?” Riddle asked, “I notice the painkillers. Are you in pain?”

Trey shook his head, “It’s not me, it’s Y/N. According to Deuce, they’re on their period, but their cramps are abnormally painful. I plan on making them something quick to eat so that the painkillers don’t make them nauseous.”

Riddle nodded, “I see. Where is Y/N? I’d like to confirm for myself.”

“They’re in the lounge. Ace and Deuce are with them, and so is Grim.”

Riddle nodded, walking over to where the lounge is. Trey followed a few paces behind, with a glass of water, saltines with some form of cheese, and the glorious, glorious ibuprofen. The beloved ibuprofen. We love and cherish the holy ibuprofen. All placed on a tray.

When the two of them returned, you were still clutching your stomach, but at least you were sitting up now. Trey sat the tray down, and went to sit next to you. “I got you some saltines, from what I know taking this medicine on an empty stomach can lead to nausea. Can you at least eat one of them? I’ll give you some of the pills once you’ve eaten one.”

You looked over at the tray, and the saltines placed in a curved pattern on the plate. Small rectangles of an orange and white cheese, which you don’t know what they call in this world, were placed above each cracker. It was purposeful. You reached over to take a cracker, returning to your shrimp posture to consume the cracker and cheese combo. When you finished eating the cracker, Trey got out two ibuprofen pills from the bottle, along with giving you the glass of water. Once you finished swallowing the pills, you went back to eating the crackers.

Riddle looked over at you, hand on his hip, “I don’t think you should be in Ramashackle for the time being, Y/N.”

You tilted your head and squinted, a silent inquisition.

“I think so too,” Deuce agreed, “it’s just you, Grim, and the ghosts there, right? It might be the best that, at least until your period is over, if you stay here. So you, y’know, don’t have to suffer alone.”

“Agreed, Deuce.” Trey nodded, “I can offer up my room for the time being, there is a bathroom close by. I have a little sister, so the experience I can gain can be applied in my near future.”

“In that case,” Riddle crossed his arms, “I’ll allow Y/N to stay in Heartslabyul for a few days. It wouldn’t be a wise decision to not let them. Allow me to go inform the Headmage.” Riddle then walked out of the lounge.

After gulping down the cracker and cheese, you spoke, “Do y’all have hydrogen peroxide? In case I bleed through anything, it’s the best thing to clean up blood with.”

Trey nods, “I’ll have to check how much we have, but we should have some. I can go to the Mystery Shop to get more if need be. That, and get you any supplies you need.”

“Do I need to pay you back?”

Trey shakes his head, “No need. From what I’ve seen of Ramshackle, you could use all the marks you can get.” He then gives you his phone, the notes app on a fresh note, “Just write down what you need here. I’ll go get what you need if it’s available.”

Taking his phone, you wrote down the things you’ll likely need. Pads meant for heavy flows, hydrogen peroxide, a heating pad, and some snacks. After giving Trey his phone back, allowing him to review what you wrote down, he put it back in his pocket.

“I’ll head to the Mystery Shop now. Ace, Deuce, can you keep an eye on Y/N?” Trey asked your two fellow freshmen. After they both nodded, Trey left the lounge to go to the store.

As you waited for Trey to return with the goods, you spent time with Ace and Deuce in the Heartslabyul lounge. Mostly scrolling through cat pictures and memes on Magicam, because that’s all Ace could think of. The cats were cute enough to make your hormone-wacked ass cry, which proceeded to make both guys panic. Ah, the wonders of having a regularly scheduled hormone wackening.

Unfortunately, Trey walked back into the lounge in the middle of the cat-induced crying episode. Holding the bag full of supplies for you in one arm and having the hand on his other on the doorknob, Trey looked over at the two freshmen who were not so subtly panicking.

“What happened?” Trey asked.

“I ‘unno man!” Ace pointed to you, “All I did was show them some cat pictures on Magicam and they started crying when one looked like one they knew from their world!”

You sniffled, “The kitty looked like my wobbly ol’ man.”

Ace turned back to Trey, “See!?”

Trey chuckled, “Well, from my mother’s talk with me, that’s pretty normal for menstruation. The hormone levels get a little crazy during those times.”

Deuce nodded, “I think I remember my mom getting mad at me more often when on her period. If it’s because hormones are, uh, getting a little crazy, then it makes sense.”

It appears that this information was not known to Ace. He just hangs his head in defeat.

“Anyway,” Trey placed the bag down on the table, “thank you both for looking after Y/N for me while I was gone. I can take over for both of you now, so you both can focus on your studies.”

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you sure, Vice Housewarden? I don’t mind looking after Y/N while doing my studies.”

Ace smacked Deuce’s back with the heel of his palm, “Are you kidding me, Deuce? I’m pretty sure Y/N’s gonna need all the help they’re gonna need. We can check up on them when we take study breaks.”

You got up from the couch, a hand still clutching your stomach, but the grip was looser, “I’ll be okay with Trey. You two just focus on your studies. I’ll find time to review on my own.”

Grim got up when he noticed you did too, “But what about the Great Grim? I refuse to leave my minion’s side!”

“You can stay with me, Grimmy.” you said to him. Trey nodded when Grim looked over.

After that, Trey picked the bag back up, and escorted you and Grim to his room, laying you on the bed. He took out some of the things from the bag; heavy-duty pads, overnight pads, hydrogen peroxide with a spray top, some chips, and… a toothbrush and toothpaste?

Right, this is Trey you’re currently with right now. He’s obsessed with dental hygeine, makes sense that he wouldn’t want you to go without any.

“Hey Y/N, can I offer something that could help?” Trey took off his hat, placing it on the nightstand next to the bed. When you tilted your head, he continued, “The uterus is pushing out blood right now and causing pain, yeah? I think I can massage it to help relieve some of the pain, even just for a little bit. Would you be okay with that?”

You know what? Fuck it. Until you’re able to get your hands on some form of birth control, it might be a good idea to take what you can get right now. You gave Trey a double thumbs up, and Trey went to lay on the bed with you, taking off his gloves before placing his hands over the lower part of your stomach, where your uterus is throwing a fit underneath the skin.

He plays your uterus like a fiddle, or more like a piece of dough. Kneading your bloated lower stomach to try and relieve some of your pain. With his experience as the son of a baker, he massaged the area with precision. While this is something usually done after someone gives birth to a baby, where they massage the uterus so it can return to its normal size, it was a rather strange experience to be done when on your period. Why did Trey even think this would be effective? Is he trying to push the uterine tissue and blood out through an awkward massage?

Did the uterus massage work? Not really. But it’s the thought that counts. He kept himself nearby in case you needed him, letting you be when you needed to go change pads.

Despite the amount of pain you were in, Trey did not want you to skip out on your dental hygeine. So what was his solution? Having you sit in his lap in the bathroom as he carefully brushed your teeth, and used dental floss in between. If you have a permenant retainer on any of your teeth, he weaves the dental floss so that he can get the teeth there flossed as well. Trey has you holding a pillow, or his muted teal cardigan as he focuses exclusively on your teeth. That’s all that happened during those moments. All it was is teeth brushing and flossing; nothing more, nothing less. Was it, in hindsight, really weird? Yes. But does Trey Clover care? Nah. He doesn’t even care if any other members of Heartslabyul came into the bathroom as he was cleaning your teeth, either. They all find it weird. Even Riddle finds it strange, but he understands Trey’s reasoning. And Trey wouldn’t hesitate to do it again your next period.

After he finishes brushing and flossing your teeth, he leaves you in the bathroom to change your menstrual products to one that is not soaked in blood and uterine lining. When you’re done, he brings you over to his bed so you can sleep. He’s perfectly willing to lay on the floor of his own room if you don’t feel comfortable sharing a bed with him. But if you ask him to lay in bed with you, he won’t refuse. Will try his best to keep a comfortable gap between you and him, but always within reach.

As this guy has older sisters, he’s likely well aware of what menstruation does to someone. That, and he may have been forced to run to the store to get menstrual products for them, so Cay-Cay has a good idea on what to get for you. Whether Mr. Sam has those items in his inventory or not is another story.

He first noticed the signs when checking in on the two freshmen of the dorm that’re your friends, who were spending time with you in the maze. You were laying down with your head on Deuce’s shoulder, Grim in his lap as you pet him, trying desperately to distract your brain from your uterus trying to make itself known to you.

Cater walked over to the four of you, kneeling on the grass to get a good look at you. And oh man you look like you’re suffering within an inch of your life, because you are.

“Woah, Y/N’s not lookin’ so hot! Are they okay?” Cater put the back of his palm on your forehead, checking in case you had a fever.

“I’m on my period.” you choked out, turning over to look at the senior.

Cater’s mouth opened, closed, opened again, closed again, and then he started twirling a strand of his pumpkin-colored hair around his finger. “Ah-huh! I’ve seen those enough to know what’s going on. But I’ve never seen someone experience this much pain before… do you need menstrual products? Chocolate? A change of pants? I think Sam has a good selection of menstrual products in storage for whenever events that have non-students coming to campus happen.”

“Just some heavy-duty pads,” you squeaked out, “and maybe ibuprofen.”

“Alrighty!” He placed a kiss on the side of your head in either a brotherly or some other manner, “Don’t worry pookie, Cay-Cay’s here to save the day-day!” Cater made a peace sign, winked, and skedaddled to the store.

Cater did the best he could to make the trip as quick as possible, zooming around the store to get what he thinks you might need. He spoke to Sam to ask if he had any menstrual products in storage, which he did, and got some of those as well. As soon as everything was purchased, Cater hauled his ass straight back to Heartslabyul.

Once Cater returned to you, he first gave you the painkillers and a bottle of juice. The kind of juice does not matter, it’s a bottle of fruit juice. He breaks the seal for you so that you can take the amount that you need. It would take a while for the painkillers to set in, so Cater offered to carry you into the dorm. You nodded, with Deuce and Ace helping you get up. Cater picked you up piggy-back style, arms hooked under your legs and your arms over his shoulders. With Deuce carrying the bag, the four of you went into the dorm.

As you went into the bathroom to change your pad and let a blood clot or three pass, Cater stood next to the door. He felt… strange. He remembers his sisters using the times they were on their period as justification to boss him around. Force him to do things that he genuinely did not want to do. And his parents? They did nothing about it. Just told him to do what his sisters asked (more like demanded) since they were on their periods.

But with you, the pain was extreme and very much real. Not played up for sympathy or to get what you wanted. It was genuine suffering. A curse you’ll have to bear for who knows how long. Thirty years? Fourty years? Until it gets so bad that you need invasive procedures done? When you’re bleeding out liters upon liters of blood even after your period is meant to be over, to the point you nearly die?

Wait, why is he thinking of the worst possible scenario? If Cay-Cay is feeling bad vibes, then your bad vibes will turn into terrible vibes. And that’s not what you need now, is it? Cater shook his head, taking a deep breath. Once you’re done in the bathroom, he’s gonna do his best to help you feel better. Even if the distraction is temporary, at least you won’t be focused on the pain, right?

Once you left the bathroom, Cater was right there for you. “Feel better now? We can go into the lounge and chill for a bit. Scroll through cute animal pics on Magicam.”

You furrowed your brow, looking up at him, “But don’t you have better things to do?”

Cater placed a hand above his heart, pretending that he was physically hurt by your words. Something he learned from Lilia, “Oh, you wound me Y/N! I already finished my club activities and some of my practice work. Besides, it’s the duty of an upperclassman to help those in the lower grades, right? Even if it’s not related to studying.”

Sighing, you relented, “As long as you’re sure about it.”

Cater grinned, “Poggers! Let’s go chill in the lounge.”

So the two of you went into the lounge, sitting on a couch as Cater let you scroll his Magicam. He tilted his head when you looked up the word endometriosis, which he was not familiar with.

“Endometriosis? What’s that?” Cater asked.

“The condition I think I have,” you explained, “it causes uterine lining to appear on other organs, which causes the severe pain.”

“Aaaaah, that explains how much pain you were in.” Cater nodded, “but is there any way to manage the pain? I doubt taking a bunch of painkillers every day is doing any good in the long run.”

You sighed. If you could get to an OB/GYN in this world, you would’ve done so already. Unfortunately, with your only documentation being as a student at NRC, with no other legal evidence of your existence, it’s gonna be hard. “Birth control,” you replied, “I was on it before I was brought to this world, and that helped a lot. But now I can’t get it, and the pain is now the same as it was before I started it.”

Cater puffed out his cheeks, thinking. “Does the headmage know?” The shake of your head is the only answer he needed. “Once you’re feeling better, I’ll help talk to him. If he has others testify how much pain you’re experiencing, you might be able to get what you need faster!”

Though you doubted it would be that easy, it was better than doing nothing at all. Besides, Ace and Deuce would likely testify for you as well.

Even if your search on Magicam leads to nothing, at least there’s some cute little creatures to look at. And then start crying about how cute they are, or that you miss your own little guys. But as long as you were no longer distracted from the pain, Cater didn’t mind one bit. Not one bit at all.

I personally think that Deuce went on errands to get menstrual products for his mom, since that’s something my dad did back in the 1980s. Because of this, Deuce is willing to be your errand boy for whatever you need. Heavy-duty pads? Painkillers? Some snacks to soothe your cravings? Hydrogen peroxide? He’s hauling ass to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop before you can finish your sentence. He’s part of the Track and Field club, he gets there and back in a jiffy.

Another thing he does is ask Riddle if he can stay at Ramshackle to help take care of you during this. Riddle will come over to verify, but he allows it. In fact, he trusts Deuce more than Ace in this matter. He’d take you to Heartslabyul, but he knows that having to share a room with four other people as your uterus is throwing a temper tantrum is NOT ideal.

While Ramshackle was not the best place to be, it was quiet. Peaceful, albeit haunted by ghosts. Though there was plenty of work that needed to be done, Deuce was not qualified at all to repair parts of Ramshackle. So he had to work with what he has in the current moment.

While you were suffering from your uterus pulsating inside of you, pushing out all the blood it desired to push out, Deuce was doing a bunch of stuff around the dorm for you. Cleaning up dust and spider webs, making food for you (even if it’s just boxed mac and cheese), cleaning the dishes, a lotta cleaning. If you accidentally bleed through your menstrual products and onto something else? He gets out the hydrogen peroxide and cleans up the blood.

If you ever ask him why he’s doing so much, Deuce just says he’s doing the bare minimum. If he could, he’d be doing much more. But some of those things require experience and thaumarks that he very much does not have. He can’t fix the holes in the roof or the walls, but he can make sure there’s less dust than before. Even if he has a coughing fit, it’s for your sake. And Grim’s sake too, but mostly yours.

“I know I’m not the best at these things,” Deuce confesses, “I struggle with algebra, my scores are subpar, and my behavior in my past few years was horrible enough to make my mom cry. But what good of an honor student would I be if I don’t help my friends when they need it?”

He said those words to you after you asked him why he was doing so much for you. Deuce’s words were genuine, and that showed through the actions he’s made ever since you met him that day on the main street to the college building. He’s holding himself to a strict standard, even if he knows he’s short of reaching it. Despite that, he carries on.

Whenever you were in too much pain to attend your classes, Deuce would take notes for you. If he didn’t have any other obligations, he would go to the professors after class to ask clarifying questions about certain topics. The answers he gets he writes down in his notebooks. And when he goes back to you, he gives you his notes and explains what happened during the classes of the day.

Even after your periods would end, Deuce would insist on helping you with anything you needed. No matter how small and seemingly insignificant the thing he wanted to help with, he wanted to do so anyway. You’d have to remind Deuce that you were fine for now, and that he can focus on other things. Like making sure he can pass the next test that Professor Trein is giving out the next day. If he keeps insisting, you just drag him to the library to study. The super blood reckoning is over, you can focus on academics now.

After the first time he witnesses your severe cramps, and laments his lack of understanding and lack of thaumarks to help you get what you need, Deuce starts taking a few shifts at Monstro Lounge. While he could ask his mother for extra money in his allowance, he does not want to burden her more than he already has. Besides, he’s gonna be a grown man soon, might as well get some experience in working.

While Deuce might not take too many shifts, usually working there when he has the time, he does accomplish getting more thaumarks. With the newly-gained income, he gets you some things for you like thicker blankets, extra snacks, and other things you might need.

For you, a person he is very close to, he is willing to go above and beyond. And if anyone judges him for being so willing to help? They can go pound sand for all he cares.

This guy had a girlfriend. Key word here being had. There is a chance he’s witnessed a menstrual cycle or four, or was given a talk by his grandmother. But despite that, he’s likely going to be the most confused.

When Ace notices you clutching your stomach in class, he thinks you got food poisoning or a stomach bug. He’d shake your shoulder to see if you’re just being dramatic, but quickly raise his hand when you curl further into yourself.

“Professor!” Ace yelled out, “Y/N’s not looking so good. Can I bring them to the nurse’s office?”

Professor Crewel looked over at you, and gives a curt nod to Ace, “Yes, you shall. Run along now, make sure you’re a good pup and return once they’re situated.”

Ace gently coaxed you out of your seat, helping you walk out of the classroom. Eventually, he gets sick of you walking so slowly, so he picks you up to the best of his ability to carry you to the infirmary himself. Even if he’s straining himself from carrying you, he knows that the most important thing to do is make sure you get looked at by the nurse. So what if he pulls a muscle hauling you there? Fine by him.

Once he gets to the nurse’s office, he puts you down on your feet so that the ghost nurse can look at you. When you’re brought to one of the beds to lay down, Ace promises to bring you your things once he’s able to.

Even when he’s in his other classes, though, his mind can’t stop wandering. Are you going to be okay? Will you need to go to a hospital? Is he gonna be stuck with a ravenous Grim until you’re back?

When he finishes his lunch, he grabs a pastry from the cafeteria to bring to you, since you were still in the infirmary last he checked. Deuce and Grim came with him, since they were also concerned.

Ace opened up the door of the infirmary, “Yo, Y/N!” he called out, “I got you a pastry from the cafeteria! Also, Deuce and Grim are here.”

The ghost nurse floated over to the three, allowing them to go over to where you were. You were still in the bed, a heating pad on your lap and a glass of water on a nearby table.

“Uh, hey.” Ace took out the paper bag with the pastry, giving it to you, “I got you somethin’ from the cafeteria. Couldn’t bring you a full meal, but didn’t wanna leave you with an empty stomach. Also, are you okay? Did you catch somethin’?”

You shook your head before grabbing the bag, “Just the normal monthly curse of having a uterus.” you replied. “Though the pain I experience isn’t.”

Grim jumped onto the bed, deciding that the heating pad must be shared between the two of you. Cat logic at its finest.

Ace squinted, thinking to himself. Is there a way to simulate the pain you’re in? So he can know how much it hurts? Can he make Deuce take part in it so they can suffer together?

“Ace, you have that look on your face again. Plotting something?” Deuce turned to his friend, knowing that he’s plotting shenanigans.

“Is there some kind of potion or spell that can simulate the pain that Y/N’s in?” Ace asked.

What?

You looked at your little shit of a friend, eyes furrowed and mouth slightly agape, “You mean a period cramp simulator? Or a TENS machine? A TENS machine might be cheaper.”

Deuce pondered, “I mean, we don’t have actual experience with what you’re going through. It could be a good idea to simulate the experience on ourselves so we have an understanding of what pain you’re in.”

“If only there was a spell that could transfer my pain to you two, even if it were for a minute.” You lamented. A spell wouldn’t be that expensive compared to a TENS machine. Though that might relieve some of your pain.

“Alright, it’s decided!” Ace pumped his fist, “I’ll find a way to simulate that pain on Deuce and I!” He then leaves the room.

After some time, and you being cleared to return to Ramshackle, Ace and Deuce arrive with a weird device. It had those pads you’ve seen used for TENS machines, but the plugs to insert them were on opposite sides.

“What the hell is that you’re holdin’?” you asked, and Ace held up the machine with a smug face.

“Well, I asked some of the professors, and Coach Vargas had this thing laying around!” Ace explained, “This is a magic device that can transfer the pain from one person to someone else. There’s this dial to control how much of the pain is transferred as well.”

Deuce smiled, but his upper face showed a combination of concern and fear, “When Ace explained why he needed to borrow it, Coach Vargas had this weird smile on his face. Like he’s been waiting for some way to use that thing. It was pretty scary.”

Ace shrugs, “Well, we have everything we need. Let’s go to the couches and suffer together!”

The three of you went to the couches in Ramshackle’s common room, and Ace took out the pads and the wires the pads connect to. “Here,” Ace gives you two pads, “Put these on your skin. You likely know where to place them.”

You pulled down your pants enough to expose your lower stomach, placing the two pads below the belly button. Ace observed, before doing the same thing. He then sets up the wires, triple-checking to see if the wires were plugged into the right spots.

“This switch turns the machine on I think,” Ace points to a switch next to the dial, “you set the dial to a certain level, and then turn it on.”

“What level do you want the pain to be?”

Ace smirked, “Put it on the highest level. I think I can handle it.”

He’s going to regret this. You turned up the dial, hearing the clicks until there are no more clicks before turning the machine on.

He instantly folds like a Motorola RAZR, making various agonized pain noises.

“AH! Ourgh! Wueh! Ugh! AH!” Ace sounded like a video game character taking damage, “What the fuck? Is this what you’re going through right now?”

Deuce cackled, absolutely losing it at Ace’s hubris being instantly shattered through the power of period cramps. You turn the machine off, and Ace slowly un-fliphoned himself.

“I should mention that the cramps I experience are above the average pain level.” you said, “How does it feel? Is your lower back tingling?”

Ace gave you a thumbs up, ripping off the pads. “I’m never underestimating the pain of periods again. Congrats, you humbled me.”

And with that brief taste into what endometriosis can be, Ace started being more involved whenever your periods arrived. Taking notes for you, running errands, sometimes giving you dark chocolate because he heard that helps. While he does try to be nonchalant about it around classmates, when you’re alone with him and Deuce, he shows his heart on his sleeve. You’re a dear friend of his, and he’s going to do what he can to help you. Even if sometimes he acts like a little shit, he’s your little shit.

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